Lyrics:
your mental while bitches give
Me brain with no dental
Y'all probably think I'm crazy
For touching this instrumental
Shout out my cousin Ego
He know this
why, I'm a hustler, 'til my ass die
Even when they do come up
I'll be ready when they run up, huh
I'll be a nut to put my gun up, huh
It's 2Pac and Tha
chains on me
Super slavery
Bandana tied 2Pac thug life
Who down to ride hop inside sccrr scrr scrrr
Bitch it's hammer time
Homicide
How I kill it
Matter
when I can dramatize?
Niggaz fell victim to my lyrics, now traumatized
Simply by spittin' I've been blessed given riches
Enemies suspicious 'cause I'm
nigga jumpin out the escalade
Iced out wit a black mink (Blingin lingin)
And to my niggaz wonderin why they can't find me
And why come by when they
Intro: Ritty
Pro Era, Flatbush, Danger Zone
Ha ha
Are y'all ready for this Danger Zone shit we about to drop
2013, 2014 bitches
Yeah, let's do it
Go!
dough
Can I get a woop woop
To these niggaz from all of my bitches
Who don't got love for niggaz without dubs?
Can I get a fuck you
To these bitches
Hah, light ya lighta Damn, I done did some messed up stuff
Rest in peace Tupac I wonder this my last weed I'ma smoke
This for all my dead homies My
is phony
My shit's for life CPT tattooed the fucking hood on me
Made Man you don't want to start with us
3 niggaz in the car stuck do y'all
goin, gone, sold
What's cooler than bein cool? (ICE COLD) why'all know
That I do this for all my niggaz and my bitches
And it's murder 'til day that I
keys I cooked up
Now all my niggaz, makin' major figgaz.
Mobb shit, the type of shit you out committin' a lick
Pistol whip them nigga to death
Ima hold it down for you...
(uh, uh, uh...)
Always...
(already like 2pac said, I don't wanna be yo man I wanna be yo nigga)
Cause you know my love is
Snort on some good dope, smoke on some good green
Friday pay day, so I'm at the Shake Junt
Lookin' fo' a big lick, fiendin' for a fat blunt
Saw my victim
sweater
And I ain't goin' for anything
'cause they taught me bettter
Ayy, they threw them bitches in the air
You know we catch 'em
Only live by one code
y'all niggaz ready for this Silkk the Shocker shit?
(Y'all niggaz out there bangin) Switch! (claimin red and blue)
y'all niggaz bout it? Nigga be
Am I right, youngblood?
If not, correct me, y'all ain't got enough money for y'all to check me
You six feet, eight inches, 400 pounds of made niggaz
We 2pac wit it (what)
We too hot wit it (what)
Keep two glocks wit em (what)
shoot two cops wit em (what)
we on the block wit it
raw, nonstop wit it
fucks ain't got no gat
I don't even think y'all niggaz ain't seen no blood
I can tell by the way y'all act
I can tell how you talk ain't 'bout no war
made me evil, court cases got me stressed
Niggaz aimin at my head but I still wear my vest
I don't give a fuck motherfuckers I'm loc
They all duckin when
keys I cooked up
Now all my niggaz, makin' major figgaz.
Mobb shit, the type of shit you out committin' a lick
Pistol whip them nigga to death
y'all niggaz ready for this Silkk the Shocker shit?
(Y'all niggaz out there bangin) Switch! (claimin red and blue)
y'all niggaz bout it? Nigga be
behind i know your kind
The type to try to pull
2Pac down in his prime
We all human coming in
Different shapes and size
They tear you down when you
Tell
ridin' 'till we die
Straight gangstafied y'all, betta reconize
Sent the clique to fuck
We be pushin over bitches 'bout they motherfuckin buisness
niggaz just watch it, hear me
Only ones that who we got respect for
Is them niggaz that we say peace to
Hear me, pay attention, put your shoes on
Yo, my
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